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Kettle Corn

Kettle Corn

Seems all I do these days is go to festivals and contemplate corn.

Last time, it was corn on the cob at the Moses Austin Festival. I was pictured in the newspaper with wannabe Willie Nelson, eating my corn on the cob. This time it was fresh kettle corn (I know you’re jealous) with a real life cowboy in the background at Sprottfest, held on a family’s farm in Sprott, a tiny community in Ste. Genevieve County, Missouri.

I’ve been given the a-maize-ing suggestion that I also contemplate – and blog about – some candy corn this fall, so leave me a comment if you’re aware of any particularly notable Missouri candy corn. I need a Saturday afternoon adventure, and I’d be all for something corny. (Aw, shucks…)

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Note 1: Thank you @teddymexico and @sbolen for the pun, and thanks to @Famous_E for the candy corn recommendation.

Note 2: I happen to know the man in the black cowboy hat, and he’s truly a cowboy. None of that suburban cowboy nonsense at this small town festival.

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On my drive to work each day, I pass a permanent sign in Potosi, Missouri that advertises the county’s seasonal farmer’s market. Though I love farmers markets, I still had not made it to this one until last Saturday.

Farmers Market, photo by smalltowngirl

Farmers Market, photo by smalltowngirl

The vendors had beautiful produce, not limited to squash, zucchini, apples and peppers. I’ve written previously about the Farmington Farmers Market, but I was more impressed by the Washington County market than I was by the Farmington Market.

Washington County Farmers Market, photo by smalltowngirl

Washington County Farmers Market, photo by smalltowngirl

My favorite vendor was a Washington County farmer who taught me something I didn’t know; that green peppers eventually turn either red or yellow if left to grow long enough. Who knew?

mulit-colored peppers, photo by smalltowngirl

mulit-colored peppers, photo by smalltowngirl

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The Washington County Farmers Market is held from June through October. On Saturdays, the market is held from 7:30 a.m. to noon at the Washington County Court House, and on Wednesdays the market is held from 7:30 a.m. to 2:00 p.m. at the County Health Department.

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About Monday

This is all I’ve got for you today:

Mondays, photo by smalltowngirl

Mondays, photo by smalltowngirl

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Last Saturday I was at the Moses Austin Festival in Potosi, Missouri, and yesterday I was at the Fall Festival in Farmington, Missouri. On both occasions, I witnessed dogs wearing skirts.

Why dress a dog in a skirt? Because it’s hiLARious.

Dogs in dresses, photo by smalltowngirl

Dogs in dresses, photo by smalltowngirl

The only thing funnier than a dog in a skirt is a male dog dressed in pink sparkles:

Cross-dressing puppy, photo by smalltowngirl

Cross-dressing puppy, photo by smalltowngirl

And the only thing funnier than a boy dog in pink sparkles is a boy dog in a pink skirt.

These first two pictures were from the Moses Austin Festival, but I also saw dressed up dogs yesterday at the Fall Festival in Farmington. One of those dogs was, in fact, a boy dog in a pink, sparkly dress.

Unfortunately, I missed that photo opportunity. To compensate, here’s a dog dressed as the Scarecrow from Wizard of Oz:

Scarecrow dog, photo by smalltowngirl

Scarecrow dog, photo by smalltowngirl

I used to think that New York City was more liberal than rural Missouri. Now I think Missourians are just taking their closet-liberal leanings out on their unsuspecting canine pals.

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Before I accepted my job in rural Missouri, I researched yoga classes in the area.

I’d been in New York City long enough to have become one of those people who counted on regular yoga classes to keep me centered, balanced, and, well…sane.

Yoga was a big enough deal to me that I wouldn’t have accepted the job here if I hadn’t found a place in Farmington that offered regular yoga classes.

When I walked into my first class, I was disappointed to find that I was the only person in the room under 40. It didn’t take me long, though, to realize that my elders could kick my butt ten times over in some of the poses. Maybe 40 isn’t so bad afterall. ;)

One of my favorite people in the class is also one of the oldest. A retired California police officer (or maybe sheriff?)-turned beefalo (half cow, half buffalo) farmer, this gentleman would arrive to class in overalls and work boots, underneath which he donned sweatpants and a t-shirt for class. By his side was always his white miniature poodle, Bridgette.

Bridgette became one of the bright spots in my weeks when my transition from NYC to MO was at its hardest points this spring and summer. She would curl up on a pillow beside her owner’s mat and nap through class, and when she woke up to stretch, she did her own little doggy yoga with her big, sleepy puppy stretch (i.e. downward facing dog).

A few weeks ago, Bridgette was diagnosed with lung cancer. This Monday when I arrived to class, her owner was there but she was not. They’d put her to sleep that same morning, and her absence in the class left a sinking spot in  my chest.

It’s amazing what a very small part of one person’s life can do to help make very big, very hard pieces of her life more bearable. Bridgette truly was a bright spot in a fairly dark transition for me, and I’m sure she was a shining star in the lives of the man and woman who had to put her down on Monday.

I found myself fighting back tears as we ended Monday night’s class. RIP, little yoga dog Bridgette. This yoga girl misses you.

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Westmount Wellness World is located at 164 Westmount Drive in Farmington, Missouri, on the back side of the Citizen’s Chiropractic Office. Yoga, Meditation and Tai Chi classes are all offered at Westmount Wellness World. For more information, visit www.citizenschiropractic.com.

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The Tour de Missouri is finally here.

My excitement about the race stems not from my love for the sport, but from my love for small town, Missouri. Small towns along the race route will be the recipients of a lot of press and a temporary boom in commerce.

Last night, Tour de Missouri was featured on Fox Sports Midwest. My friends and I sat watching footage of world-class bicylcists riding down state highways in Ste. Genevieve County. It was awesome. Today’s footage will include my small Missouri downtown as Stage 3 kicks off here, in Farminton.

I snagged a couple of behind-the-scenes shots of Tour de Missouri folks painting a mural on Main Street last night with my Blackberry.

Before Dinner:

Tour de Missouri mural, photo by smalltowngirl

Tour de Missouri mural, photo by smalltowngirl

After Dinner:

nighttime street painters, photo by smalltowngirl

nighttime street painters, photo by smalltowngirl

Here’s to small town street art and big time bike racing. Good luck to today’s racers, and for those of you lucky enough to get off work to go downtown to watch the start this morning, have fun!

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When I was a little girl, I went to preschool at the school associated with this church.

I have clear memories from inside the old brick school building, and I remember thinking to myself that it would be cool to grow up and come back to the school when it was very, very old.

A few years ago, they tore the school building down, replacing it with one of those metal buildings that all the churches and businesses use these days in the midwest.

I’m glad the original church still stands. If anyone happens to know what year this church was erected, please let me know.

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On Sunday afternoon, I took a walk through downtown Farmington, Missouri. There was practically no automobile traffic, and there was even less pedestrian traffic.

Downtown Small Town, Missouri still shuts down on Sundays.

As I walked down Main Street, the occassional driver passing by in their truck or car craned their necks to stare…

What is that woman taking pictures of? I imagined them wondering as they gazed through their windsheild at me with my digital SLR.

If only they’d get out of their cars and take a walk, maybe they’d begin to discover the beauty in their own small Missouri town. Until then, this smalltowngirl is trying to capture it for them, one black and white photo and one Small Town, Missouri blog at a time.

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When I was a kid, my dad and brother regularly had their hair cut by the same barber.

When I was a kid, my mom would pull up in front of the post office, and my brother or I would run inside to get the mail. That was when the post office boxes were still locked with a combination (now they use a key). Our combination was B-F-J/A.

That post office seemed huge to me growing up.

The post office doesn’t seem so big now, but the barber’s pole still makes me think of my dad’s haircuts when I was a little girl.

Me, the barber’s pole, and my small town post office…

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O'Dear

I am not a scrap-booker or a paper-crafter. The intricacies of cutting and pasting tiny scraps of paper onto one another make my impatient hands quiver, and the cuteness of all things scrapbooky makes me groan. To be honest about it, my mom has a gift with this stuff though, and I enjoy watching her work.

She took me along Saturday for a trip to O’Dear, a paper crafting store in Ste. Genevieve County, Missouri. I’d heard her talk about this place as if it were the pinnacle of small town craft suppliers, so I was beyond surprised to find that O’Dear sits a few hundred yards off of Highway 32, down a rough gravel road, in a field, in the middle of nowhere.

Long Gravel Road, photo by smalltowngirl

Long Gravel Road, photo by smalltowngirl

I made a quick pass through the store before heading back outside to sit on a bench and watch a tractor drive up and down the road, smoothing the gravel. The skies were some of the most beautiful skies of the summer, and I was content to sit beneath them in the warm August sun while my mom shopped for paper crafting supplies inside.

It’s not just cutesy moms who shop at O’Dear. On Saturday, a Harley Davidson sat parked on the gravel outside the store, complete with two black leather-bound riders and two helmets covered in bumper stickers saying things like “Free the Boobies” and “It’s a Sick World and I’m a Happy Guy.”

Free the Boobies, photo by smalltowngirl

Free the Boobies, photo by smalltowngirl

“Happy Guy” Harley rider shared my bench for a few minutes for a smoke break while his wife finished their shopping inside.

I had witnessed this intimidatingly tough-looking, leather glove-wearing, poney-tailed dude excitedly commenting on “cute” scrap booking paper inside the store moments before, and I grinned, thinking about the absurdity of life in Small Town, Missouri.

Where else could I sit a quarter mile down a crooked gravel road, ten miles from anywhere, talking to a guy who wears “Free the Boobies” bumper stickers on his head at a store selling scrap booking supplies?

O'Dear, photo by smalltowngirl

O'Dear, photo by smalltowngirl

O’Dear is, from what the scrap bookers in small town Missouri tell me, a wonderful scrap booking supply store. O’Dear is located somewhere down Highway 32, between Farmington, Missouri and I-55 in Ste. Genevieve County, Missouri. Store hours vary a bit, but the store is typically open Monday through Friday from 9-4:30 and Saturday from 10-3:30.

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